my friend made me watch blue exorcist and fuck i think i like anime now
anyone got any suggestions??
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my friend made me watch blue exorcist and fuck i think i like anime now
anyone got any suggestions??
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Just finished the sequel tribology and oh boy am I
So glad
Rey and Ben
Got married
And lived happily ever after
And THAT'S why she said Rey Skywalker 🙃🙃🙃
As someone who has been living with severe suicidal ideation my entire life I wanna tell you all something, you don’t have to stay alive for yourself. People will say it’s a bad idea to live for external things because they’re temporary, and it’s true living for yourself is ideal but if you’re not to that point yet that’s ok too.
I’ve lived for my dog for the past 4 years, before that I lived for my snakes, before that I lived for my cat. You can live for whatever needs you and whatever matters to you. Live for your best friend, live for your plants, live for your pets, live for your animal crossing town. Live for whatever keeps you alive and the day will come when you can live for yourself.
This is something everyone should see. Thank you for sharing this.
Transformers kept me alive. When the 2007 movie was announced I was going through an incredibly hard time emotionally. I saw the preview and every time I thought about killing myself I thought, “but then I won’t get to see this thing I’ve always wanted to see, good or not.” And it got me through.
I’m in a place where I live for myself now, but don’t toss away a life preserver just because other people think you should be able to swim on your own.
don’t toss away a life preserver just because other people think you should be able to swim on your own
I am angry at my parents for abusing me.
I am just as angry at society for letting them.
I’m angry at society for contributing to their abuse.
I’m angery at society for normalizing the abuse we went through, and that when ever we try to bring it ip so we can talk about these types of things, they say we’re just over sensitive.
I’m angry that I would be seen as ungrateful for saying something about the emotional trauma I went through, just because I was provided with nice things and a good education.
I’m angry at society telling me it’s not my parents fault.
I’m angry at society for making it seem like it was my fault, and that I deserved every horrible thing they’ve done to me
I’m mad at society for ignoring my abuse
I’m angry that when I spoke out about my abuse I was “being dramatic”
Im angry that people say its okay because i was a “hyper child” so it was okay to hit
I’m angry that when I tried to defend myself against his abuse, I was treated like the villain and taken away to Juvenile Hall for 13 months.
I’m angry that my parents only tried to do something about him until after I started telling other people about it, ruining their image as Good Parents
I’m angry that when I finally reached out to a teacher and spilled all my secrets to a social worker, when they called home (because it was a rule, they had to do it and the social worker I was talking to was very against it) and my dad came to pick me up, he dismissed everything with just, “you’ll be fine, you’re going through puberty.”
I’m angry that everyone blames my hatred towards my parents as “teenage hormones” when really it’s because of all the abuse everyone blatantly ignores.
I’m angry that my parents forced us to act like we were fine the first time CPS was called on them then cut us off from the family that actually loved us for years after CPS didn’t take us away.
i’m angry at all the “friends” (read: enablers) who turned a blind eye to me/my parents and did everything from belittling and ignoring me to attacking my character when i insisted i was in danger and needed help
I’m angry that when I finally get the courage to run to the police with a huge bruise on my face from my mother slapping me and tears and panick in my eyes from my step dad screaming at me, the police did nothing but call my mother to come get me and when she arrived, fake crying, and pretending to care about me. They believed her story that I faked it all and she glared at me and guilted and scared me into agreeing…
I’m angry that my parents didn’t believe something was wrong in my abuser’s class, defended HIM, and left me there to be harassed and humiliated.
I’m angry that when I finally put the pieces together that yes this was abuse, nobody believed me.
I’m angry that when I told my parents everything, gave them every bit of evidence I had, they still sent my sisters to that school, knowing the people there will lash out at them when I go public.
I’m angry that when I told a friend everything, she locked me out of her life and shamed me into silence.
I am ANGRY
I’m furious that extended relatives and other adults always side with my parents, and tell me I’m being unreasonable when I try to articulate just how oppressive and emotionally devastating my ‘perfect’ lower middle class upbringing was.
I’m tired of older adults ignoring me because apparently the twenty year age gap that is physically impossible to close makes my opinions and feelings invalid.
And I’m so fucking over always having to be the one to apologize, and never hearing it back, because parents know best, right? -_-
I am angry that no one even thought to question why my head was split open when I was 4, that the doctors didn’t even suspect what my mother had done.
I am angry that social services left us in that house even after they saw what it was like inside. Even after they saw the piles if moldy dishes, the floor piled with trash. After they heard that a single parent with no job had 7 children. After my sister called the police because my mum took an axe to her door.
I am angry that when we were all huddled into one room, hiding from an abuser, we were urged by our father (over the phone) not to call the police. But I am even more angry that if we had they wouldn’t have listened.
I am angry that they tore my out of the arms of the one person who was trying to protect me, as I screamed and cried. And when I expressed fear about my mum entering the room the school Chaplin said “either she is coming in or i am calling the police”. I am angry that when she grabbed a tissue to stop the glob of snot from falling from my face they said “see, your mum loves your, no one else would do that for you” when I knew she was just protecting their carpets.
I am angry that there are 2 little kids still living in that hell. That no one will save them. That I can’t save them, because I’m just a kid too.
I am angry that at 16 instead of planing my future in accordance to how it will be best for me, I am planning what I can do to be able to take in one of those children.
I am angry that I was the only one of us who was ever saved, but even now I still think it is too late for me. And I am ashamed I never told anyone what was happening.
I’m angry at my dad, who confronted me about why I was feeling the way I did, and made it seem like HE was the victim.
I’m angry at my school, for confronting me about what was going on at home, because I ‘looked a little different’. I had an unironed shirt on. As usual. Maybe greasy hair because I forgot to have a bath. As usual.
I’m angry at my former social worker, who has suggested and maybe even tried to get me to see my dad again, even though I had made it obvious I don’t want to see him, or hear him, or even step n e a r him
I’m furious at my dad and his side of the family, that he tried to blame this on my mum, who he had kicked out, and forced her to leave to a place where she felt safe, which was America. He told me lies and manipulated me and so did my aunt. And when I went back to get some of my stuff, that he had the nerve to even suggest that my mum abandoned me and what he did was all for me and my brother. Forgetting I have another brother. That he was always there for me and that I should come home. When my mum and brothers have done more for me than he has ever done.
I’m angry at a certain family member for expecting me to be like the cute bubbly eleven year old I was when I last saw them. I’m anrgy at them for believing that everything could be exactly like it was back then, before I learned about what they had been doing to the family and themselves. I’m anrgy at them for not taking any responsibilty, for putting others’ health at risk and for being abusive to my mother.
At the same time I’ve learned to stop being angry about it all too much, because it would be harmful to me. But deep down I really am angry at them for all those things.
I am angry at my family and family friends that knew what was happening and did nothing.
I am angry that they were shocked and angry when me and my brother left.
And i am fucking furious that when i called them out on all of it their responce was either to block me or try and guilt trip me for it.
I’m angry that my father believes he’s a good person, but truly he’s been abusing anyone who dares to be close to him
I’m angry he thinks it’s okay to scream, yell, threaten, belittle, because at the end of the day he provides with money
I’m angry at him being angry
I’m angry that my brother is the same, and that our relationship is non-existent for the damage my father has done to him
I’m angry at them both for being so fucking hateful towards anyone, for believing they’re superior to others, and still declaring, “I’m a good person”
I’M ANGRY AT MY PARENTS BECAUSE THEY DON’T BELIEVE DEPRESSION COULD EXIST AND I NEARLY BECAME HOMELESS ON TRYING TO TELL THEM THAT I WAS SUICIDAL AND MAYBE NEEDED SOMEONE TO TALK TO.
I’M ANGRY BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE HOMOPHOBIC AND TRANSPHOBIC.
I’M ANGRY BECAUSE FOR EVEN THE SMALLEST MISTAKE I FEEL LIKE I CAN’T SAY IT TO THEM OR ELSE I MIGHT GET SERIOUSLY HURT (LIKE HAPPENED BEFORE.)
AND THE BIGGEST PROBLEM IS THAT THEY LOVE ME BUT THEY DON’T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD AT EMOTIONAL SUPPORT. (AND PHYSICAL PERHAPS.)
I’m angry that my many of my relatives did not believe me when I told them my Dad was emotionally abusive, including telling them I had witnessed him stalking, and gaslighting my mom.
I angry my Nana for telling me I was too young to understand what I saw. I was 22. She was married to a alcoholic for many years, and I thought if any of my relatives would understand she would. (Poppop has been sober for as long as I can remember for some good news in all of this.)
I am angry with my sister for saying she was not going to take sides, and then siding with him. I am scared that her boyfriend might be emotionally abusive towards her.
I am angry with my sibling for siding with him, even knowing he was a homophobe and a transphobe, and for making up easily seen though lies about my mom because they always have to be seen as the victim, and for being a chronic liar. I am scared my father used brainwashing techniques on them, including isolating them. Even if they suddenly realized their mistake I don’t think I would feel safe being alone around them, as if they don’t like you they will make up lies about you, saying you hurt them. They have done this since they were young.
I am angry with my brother for originally helping my mom and I and then siding with my dad when my mom wouldn’t let him just be on the computer all day after school and asked him to take care of the chores he had had for years. I’m scared that my dad had been whispering in his ear, and manipulating him, as my dad can be very charismatic.
I’m angry with my dad for continuing to come into the house he left and taking whatever he wanted. He came back and took the mop. How petty could you be. I angry with him for scaring me so badly that I thought he would hurt or kill me. I think he might have some genuine mental disorders, possibly Narcissistic personality disorder, and/or something related to being an child of an alcoholic, but he sees going to a therapist as being weak, especially for males. He would never see one.
I’m angry that when I told a cop I was scared that I was scared my dad was going to kill me, she dismissed me, telling me that was for civil court.
I’m angry with myself for not recognizing that I was being abused until he started blatantly started doing the same to my mom. As I said he is very charismatic and until then very subtle. But considering I had faked being naked whenever he came upstairs to me and my sister’s rooms, because I knew he wouldn’t enter my room then. If I couldn’t fake it or he said he would wait, he would scold me for having a dirty room if it wasn’t showroom level clean. I am still unraveling my room cleaning trauma.
I’m angry with my church who even after hearing that my mom and I feared for our lives, shamed my mom for not simply submitting to my dad’s will, especially that church elder who blamed everything on my mom.
I am beyond pissed off that for over ten years of my life my sociopathic father has been allowed to get away with stalking, stealing, forgery of military medical documents, attempted kidnapping of an 18 year old, trespassing, and more. Most of these are on public record and/or were done in front of or supported by multiple witnesses straight to the face of a court judge. My father has never seen a day in jail.
I’m pissed that he beat my mom so badly and their fights were so frequent that at seven years old I almost ran away from home. If it wasn’t winter, I’m certain I would’ve gone further than the parking lot.
I’m pissed that he had a child with that 18 year old he tried kidnapping. She filed a restraining order on him and went into hiding. He hid the child for almost two years before I ever found out I had a younger brother. He was tossed between here and Missouri to my dad’s mother for the first six years of his life. Maybe he still is. I haven’t been able to see him for the last three. My dad has told me directly that he tells my brother that I hate him. I have emails of my dad threatening me, insulting me, attempting to guilt and manipulate me. Nobody does anything.
Enraged doesn’t begin to describe how I feel towards the worthless, pathetic family court system in this fucking hellhole of a country. If this post isn’t an indication that something is broken then I don’t know what fucking is.
I am so, so sorry. For everyone who responded to this post and everyone who will and everyone who has a story to tell but kept quiet. I see you, I hear you. Never ever forget that there are people who care about you. If some random stranger on the Internet can promise you with my life that I care about you, then I am not the only one.
You are worth love. You are worth living. You will get out of there, and you will be safe someday.
I’m mad because my parents constantly tell me they don’t love me in more ways than one.
I’m angry that my parents and ex friends have caused my sense of self worth to drop so low that I don’t even feel like I deserve to be alive sometimes.
I’m angry that my family knows what my parents are like and do nothing to help.
I’m angry because so many things still stand in the way of getting out of here.
I’m so upset every time I look at my baby cousin, because I know there’s countless other kids just like him who don’t have the loving moms he has. Because who could look at a little kid and decide to abuse them?
And I’m beyond fucking angry that other people have to go through this. Close friends, the people on this post, other people I don’t know and never will. No one should have to suffer abuse, and I’m sorry to everyone that has and still does.
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1/? of my sanders sides human AU! 🌈 in which remus is a prank/challenge youtuber, janus is very done with him, and everyone's v gay
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i love talking animal movies where there are human villains who have a pet that is, unbeknownst to them, also a villain
in rio there’s a group of people running an exotic bird smuggling operation, and they have a parrot that’s also just on board with the concept of smuggling birds. he has a whole song about it and acts like a jail warden for the other birds… like, what a coincidence that this random bird they keep happens to be evil and actively, personally interested in how well the smuggling operation is functioning, when as far as they know it’s just a bird. in one scene it chloroforms a man
Brazilian birds just be like that man
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I believe he also now has a library card.
I live for library bat
A friend of mine posted this and tagged my old instagram account, asking me to share it. I figured sharing it here where I actually have a following, would be far better.
Please remember that just because the government is giving into pressure and greed, that doesn’t mean that any of this is getting any better, in a lot of ways it’s getting worse. And even if you yourself aren’t being as heavily affected anymore, there are people and communities that are.
Stay safe Darling ones, and help others remain safe too.
here’s the link to the fundraisers thread
The Navajo Reservation Relief Project
PPE masks for the reservations
The Water Project
The Navajo and Hopi COVID-19 Relief Fund
Zuko and Azula have the most fascinating relationship in ATLA
Sibling rivalry is often a trite story of one sibling hating the other out of jealousy. On the surface, the Zuko and Azula may look that way. They have no problem blasting fire and lightning at each other and both of their parents had a favorite. But there’s so much more to it.
First of all, I would argue that in spite of many near-fatal encounters, they don’t necessarily hate each other. It’s far more complicated than that. How they view each other is closely tied to how they view themselves.
For most of Zuko’s life, Azula is the standard he’s held to. She’s ambitious, ruthless, and a prodigy. No matter what he does, he can’t earn their father’s approval like she can. And she rubs it in his face constantly. When Azula is cruel to Zuko, Ozai affirms that she’s not wrong to do so. Zuko rarely argues with her because he’s been conditioned to believe she’s right. Zuko has internalized the blame for how his father treats him rather than project it onto Azula, and accepts how she treats him as normal. He has plenty of bitter feeling toward her, but none quite as clear as hate.
Azula’s view of Zuko is even more convoluted. The first time we see Azula, she’s smiling because their father is about to burn him. The next time they meet, she berates him for being a failure of a son. It looks like she enjoys watching him suffer.
But when Zuko helps “kill” the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, we get to see them in a new context. In the rare moments that they aren’t pitted against each other by the ever looming presence of their father… they actually get along fine.
Every time Azula appeared happy to see Zuko suffering, it was at the hands of their father. It wasn’t just that Ozai hurt Zuko, it what that Ozai hurt Zuko and not her. Every time Ozai insulted or injured her brother, it cemented Azula’s position as the favorite child. And she had to stay the favorite child because she’s seen what would happen to her if she wasn’t. Deep down, she knows just how conditional her father’s positive regard is. When Ozai leaves her in the Fire Nation while invading the Earth Kingdom, the first words out of her mouth are “You can’t treat me like Zuko”. Being better than Zuko is part of her identity.
When Zuko defects from the Fire Nation and begins to succeed without meeting, or even trying to meet, the standards set by their father, it throws her priorities into doubt. In her mind, Zuko is supposed to fail. But she isn’t truly unnerved until she’s betrayed by Mai and Ty Li.
She is incapable of understanding why Mai would chose Zuko, and this drags to the surface her inability to understand why her mother preferred Zuko. She believed her mother loved Zuko and not her. Now Mai, her closest friend, loves Zuko and not her.
This conflicts with her entire view of the world. She sees the worth of a person as equal to their quantifiable skills and accomplishments. She has been admired, respected, and feared, but as far as Azula believes, no one has ever loved her. She was a prodigy who did everything right, while Zuko was the family screw up. Yet people loved him and not her.
For years, being better than Zuko was how Azula measured herself. Ozai said Zuko was lucky to be born. That he was worthless, weak, disrespectful, and both his children believed him. When Zuko left, he finally saw that Ozai was wrong about him. When Zuko returns during Sozin’s comet, Azula too is forced to see that her perception is wrong.
Zuko has become the embodiment of everything she lacks. She thought he was weak, but he’s not afraid enough to fight her fairly as an equal. She thought he was dishonorable, but really he was independent enough to break away from their father’s control. She thought he was worthless, but he’s found people who care about him in spite of his flaws.
Azula isn’t just trying to kill him, but everything he represents. And when she can’t, she breaks. Zuko is still standing. She has nothing left.
Word of God (Bryke) confirmed that at the end of the Agni Kai, Zuko felt pity rather than hate for his sister. This continues into the comics as he genuinely tries to help her. He knows that while she may not have been overtly abused like he was, she was raised in the same web of lies, agendas, and violence.
Their past left them both unable to trust people. Azula controlled everyone around her with fear. Zuko shut other people out and tried to do everything on his own. It isn’t until Zuko has left his old life behind that he slowly begins to let people in.
While Azula hangs onto the beliefs of Ozai and the Fire Nation, Zuko can see their situation from the outside. He sees two screwed up teenagers who spent their lives fighting their father’s war, manipulated into a conflict that isn’t their fault, forced to kill each other over choices made a century before they were born. It took Zuko years to figure out the hell that was his home life wasn’t his fault, but only a few minutes to see that it wasn’t Azula’s either.
Well…shit
Whenever someone says the Babadook isn’t openly gay it’s like?? Did you even watch the movie???
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Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
when the quarantine is over we are bringing back the cult of dionysus
who said they ever stopped culting?
Shoutout to Percy Jackson for being a kids book that straight up murdered the abusive step dad instead of doing some bullshit redemption arc where they have to forgive him
actually you know what’s especially cool? it’s a retelling of a myth in which perseus straight-up murders his abusive stepdad, and in this version the Big Change there was that instead, he gave his abused mom the opportunity to do the murder herself, on her own terms, when she was good and ready, which was very cash money of rick riordan if I do say so myself
he didn’t even deserve that painless of a death
IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E
I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y
ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june
get spooky
how does this appear every june
T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y
it’s june
T I M E T O G E T S P O O K I N G Y’ A L L
LEE IT’S JUNE
GAY HALLOWEEN TIME
S P O O K Y N E V E R S L E E P S
Its time,,,,to get,,,,
S P O O K Y
HELL YEA IT’S TIME GUYS
Time to gET SPOOKY
7-8am hits different like that's still Get Up Get Ready The Day Beigins Now and the hour fills me with so much anxiety like I can feel it still despite the fact I just don't have a school and haven't for ages